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My secret phone.
When I was hired for this project, it was as a hacker, a code jockey, a guy who knows algorithms but who can’t work in the field as an agent because they assume I can’t find my ass with both hands and a flashlight.
This has been convenient.
They don’t search me the way they’d search others, so hiding my gun, my secret phone, and other tools has been easier than it should be. If these “TINSA” agents knew what they were doing, my real mission would be so much harder.
Their incompetence is a blessed advantage.
I reach into the hollow, hidden compartment in my console and find the phone.
Two words appear.
Michael Deybass.
All my skin goes to stone.
Deybass is known as “The Basher,” one of the Luisi family’s hired goons who has a kill count in the hundreds and a taste for playing with his prey.
Let’s just say he likes to tenderize before he consumes.
If The Basher is coming for Paigelynn, the whole game has changed dramatically. He’s a killer, not a kidnapper.
Too many questions race through me, and I know I can only reply with short, simple, untraceable comments.
For a trip? I finally text back, all the blood in my body racing to my limbs, every second that ticks by without an answer seconds I can feel Paigelynn growing closer to danger.
Finally:
Yes
Fuck. So he is here to kidnap her. But why him? He’s the man you send to close a deal, not to complete a highly intricate mission that will cause a literal war to erupt.
“None of that matters,” I say, needing my own voice to ground me. “He won’t get her.”
Paigelynn’s bodyguards, if they’re doing their job, won’t just hand her over, but how do I know that? They could be in on the whole operation.
Something has changed. Something big. And for the Luisi family to send him in means the Donegals are clueless.
Or are they? If The Basher’s coming, then are the Donegals onto this scheme and sending their own person? What the hell am I about to walk into?
And then there’s the third family...
I look at the screen and type:
Can this be a group trip?
What I mean is, can I get some backup here?
Instantly:
No.
“Fuck.”
I’m on my own. That’s not unusual, but if I’m about to face Paigelynn’s guards, plus The Basher and an unknown Donegal family interloper, then the odds fucking suck.
Not that they were great to begin with.
